
It was during the summer of 1965 when Eva and I were still living in an apartment, but we were looking to buy our first house. At the time, I was employed at NASA, and significant residential development was occurring in that region. However, since both of us were raised on the Northside, we preferred to remain closer to our families. My brother and his family lived a couple of miles away from our parents. A home builder was building new homes in that area, so we decided to go inside to see if we were interested in any of them.
Back in those days, the builder would leave them unlocked on the weekend so people could see if they were interested in buying them. We were in the process of looking at the second house when we heard other people come into that house. A salesperson was explaining the features and options to the couple while they were in the kitchen, and we were in one of the bedrooms.
We looked at each other and hatched the idea of going into the closet and closing the door. When they open the door, we would be standing there kissing. We were a couple of 22-year-olds trying to be funny. There was no power in the house, so it was dark in the closet and hot. We could hear them as they moved to the different rooms. They finally came into the bedroom we were in, so we began kissing. They talked about that room, where they could put the bed, and what they liked about the other rooms. It seemed like they talked about everything while we were still kissing.
They left the room without opening the door to the closet. They were in the living room when Eva and I walked by them and said Hi. Before we got out the door, we both burst out laughing, and we were still laughing when we got to my brother’s house. They had been in every room in the house and had not seen us, so they should have figured out that we had been in the closet but had no idea why.
I am sharing this story for my grandkids to let them know that their grandmother and I had a sense of humor when we were young. About a month later, we signed a contract to build our first home in a different area.
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